101 Murders: Secrets Hidden Under the Bed of My Wife

At three o'clock in the morning, Li Mo stared at the blood-soaked lottery ticket in his hand, breathing as fast as a broken bellows. This was the tenth time he was reborn after his death, and it was also the tenth time he held the 50 million jackpot lottery ticket in his hand. Every time, as long as he comes back to claim the prize, no matter how well he hides it, an "accident" will always happen at midnight. Sometimes it was a gas leak, sometimes it was a home invasion, and the most outrageous one was when he drowned in the bathtub with water up to his ankles. This time, Li Mo did not go home. He hid in an unfinished building opposite his villa and set up a high-power telescope. The crosshairs of the camera were locked tightly on the window of the master bedroom on the second floor of his house. The curtains were not closed tightly, and he saw the delicate wife who could not even unscrew the bottle cap, deftly pulling out a cold-gleaming boning knife from under the bed, pointing to the air at the angle of piercing the neck, with a creepy smile on her face.